Once there was a prominent lad named Roger Danby whose grandpa, Rufus Danby, had been a roving sea captain. Among the old traps belonging to the adventurous old sea dog was a log boom, in which he had placed a dusty document. Grandson found this and figured that if he followed the dope he would find a large cask of buried treasure. Roger packed up and started for Treasure Island. Father had not been kidding. Sure enough there was the boulder, but there was a bird perched on it. Eleanor was painting scenery and daubed her heart on Roger’s new khaki shirt. It seems that granddad was not only a sea captain but something of a matrimonial agent. Moral: Keep on digging and you will find something.